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There are so many words trapped inside. So many emotions. So many feelings. Can I start at the beginning? I don’t even know where that is…

I’m numb. But no. I’m not. The atmosphere is emotionally charged. I feel it in my skin. The rumbles of a storm in every breath I take. …calm down, count to ten, keep breathing… I don’t want to calm. I don’t want calm. I want storms and ripped and wretched and bare…

And I smile… but the smile never hits my eyes. It doesn’t light me. It’s false. As false as the mask I wear. I’m another bad actor in some awful forgotten play.

…let the words out…

Find a song to open this damn and let the emotions into the words.

Song choice. Florence and the Machine. What the water gave me.

~…Strength…~

Old tree

blackened by time,

Shaped by the wind

as it passes down the line,

Gnarled branches

barren and bare,

Living and breathing

but barely there,

The rain it falls

darkest storm,

Rip the sky in two

tree stands forlorn,

Lightening hits the ground

scorched earth wet,

Tree stands alone

nothing happens and yet,

It’s just a tree

no beauty or grace,

So very alone

in this desolate place,

Wind howls louder

higher higher,

Lightening tears across the sky

brilliance of white fire,

Old tree braces

against the wind stands so still,

Steadfast and alone

strength and iron will…

The words they don’t make sense. There’s no power. No anguish. No desolation, turmoil, wretchedness. No depth. It’s all wrong and not enough. I’ve built these walls so high the emotion, the depth is struggling to get out. It’s drowning in an endless ocean of words. I can’t find the lever to release it all in this symphony of sounds. It’s to dark. So dark. I can’t swim.

…calm down, count to ten, keep breathing… I don’t want to calm. I don’t want calm. I want storms and ripped and wretched and bare…

She sat on the edge, legs dangling over the side looking lost in thought…

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“I’m watching dreams.” She replied.

He walked closer and stood behind her. He looked into the water and saw nothing but the bottom. Trying to think how she did, he looked again and saw nothing but the ripples as the water lapped towards the shore a short distance behind them. Nothing but the current carrying the water along.

“Dreams.” He finally said.

She looked up at him with those big brown eyes he adored and gave an innocentsmile.

“Uh huh…”

“Dreams of hope and wonder carried in those ripples.” She smiled once more and he felt that familiar tug deep inside of him.

He held her gaze… “And what do you see now little one?”

She looked deep into his eyes until he felt as though his soul was laid bare. While outwardly showing his cool calm self.

An almost imperceptible change came to her voice, but one he was accustomed to…

“When I look at you?” She breathed… “When I look in your eyes I see sunsets. I see hope. I see my dreams become reality. I see calm.” She cast her eyes down to her hands.

“Calm?” He said. She nodded. How could she see calm in his eyes when she caused an endless conflagration within him. When one look from those deep brown eyes with their dancing black flecks took the breath from him. When that soft smile set him alight. How could she see calm when she made him feel so alive.

She moved until she was on her knees before him. Looked up at him and, (so he felt), read his soul…

“I love you Daddy.” She said simply. Innocently.

And those simple words took his breath away. Made him lost and found at the same time…

He smiled and held out his hand for her to take. “I love you my kitten.“

She smiled. “There was One. But it wasn’t really One. It was missing a slight piece, so it was less than One.”

He look across again, wondering if she would continue.

“It spent it’s life being content to be less than One. Never quite being whole. But the world never noticed. And so One spent life looking whole on the outside but finding it’s self lacking on the inside.”

He was quiet. “That’s quite a sad story.” He finally said.

She looked up at him. “One gave up hope of ever finding the missing piece to make its self complete.”
“But fate and destiny are strange. When one gave up? The missing piece entered Ones life.”

Laying in your bed, you in the middle, me one side and Dawn the other. I stretched my hand forward, it was early, so early. The room dark and dark outside. Breathing you in, I gently touched your skin, ran my fingers along it feeling the energy spark up my fingertips. I listened to your Breathing, fast asleep. Making slow circles with the tips of my fingers barely touching your right hip. Feeling the warmth radiate off you in waves… slow oh so slow my make the barest touch of circles downwards… down your thigh to the softest most sensitive of skin under your balls. Not even doing it to annoy You, just taking comfort in gently touching you. You grow hard, I feel your cock twitch, run my fingers along it’s ever growing harder shaft… it moves in my fingers direction. I listen and your breathing hasn’t changed. I don’t want to wake you while you’re so at peace. I get up from the bed quietly so as not to wake either of you. Use the bathroom. As I open the door your standing there…

You push me roughly against the wall, your hands holding my wrists against the wall and you kiss me, long and slow getting the reaction you want. You take my wrist and pin it so they’re both pinned under yours together. Your free hand travels my naked body as you lean further kissing downwards, softly biting my neck and kissing me further. Letting my wrists go you take hold of my breast and suck on my nipple flicking it with your tongue as it grows harder. I stifle a moan. Quiet you breathe, before going back to my hard nipple. Your fingers on the other hand at the front of my soft mound, you part my lips and push a finger inside me feeling just how wet I’ve grown, taking your finger back out you rub my clit before pushing 2 fingers deep inside me and start slowly fucking me with them. You feel it building within me and come away from my now elongated nipple. You kiss me. Smile. Slide your soaking wet fingers out from inside me just before I cum. I mewl in protest. You look me in the eyes as you taste your fingers. Then stick them in my mouth. And I suck them hard. It’s not nice making me horny and then leaving, you say. And you push my shoulders so I fall to my knees. Your cock swollen and hard and throbbing. I look up at you eyes wide in the early light. Well? You say…. I kiss the tip of your hot hard cock and it throbs in my hand jumping up. I look up and see you looking down. Taking your hard cock in my hand i kiss along the hard shaft before taking you into my mouth. You let out a held breath. I can sense it before I feel it… as I pull back before sucking you deep again, your hands come down and into my hair gripping me you thrust your hips forward. No teasing, no games, you want to cum. You fuck my warm wet mouth deeply pushing your hot hard cock deep with every thrust holding me tight you fuck my mouth harder, faster as I feel the shaft of your cock travel across my tongue and suck you hard on every thrust into the warmth of my mouth. I hear your breath catch and get ready, you pause, slow down and then thrust deeply into my mouth as your hot cum spurts into the back of my throat. I swallow all you have to give as you slowly thrust into my mouth a few more times completely emptying yourself into my waiting wet mouth. I suck and swallow you clean. You pull out and let go of my hair. You put out your hand and I take it as you pull me up. You push a hand between my legs and feel the wet that has spread down my thighs. No. You say. You don’t get release. Not this time, you say. Licking the sticky wet from your hand. Next time? You won’t tease and then leave. You say quietly with a laugh. Now… back to bed. You grin.

Yes… the above has atrocious grammar(on purpose), no speech marks, etc… again on purpose. The only purpose was to annoy Daddy at work. But I’m a good girl! I wouldn’t do that… would I…

…and that’s how it startssomething so simple that you say,But it reverberates within meas it travels on its way,In that tiny simplistic momentit hits me like a spark,It creates an enormous light showhere in my deep dark,Passionate fires and coloursand I lose it as they spin around,Your voice it flames within meas your colours build me from the ground,The blood in my veins heats upand I swear I can’t take no more,But what you unleash in memakes me open further than before,Tell me how you do itspark colours within me so bright,You chase away my darknessreplace it with blinding light,You smile and it’s there in your wordsthe heat spreads across my skin,A slow sensual firespreads slowly from outside in,And my heart fillsAnd overflows,And my mind agreesbecause it knows,The world it keeps turningbut mine it has stopped,So many things they happenBut you just can’t be topped,My perfect drug you drug me deeperSo much deeper than before,And I’m such a little addicti need you more and more….x.

your sweetest game,
I was writing this to music and letting the music dictate the words but the style of music has changed and I’ve lost the thread as my thoughts change. Ugh…. Attention span of a hyperactive child dosed up on sugar….

And I’ve been thinking about this all day. I didn’t answer then and I don’t know now… how do you explain a feeling? It’s not thoughts that go through my head. Its a feeling. An outpouring. An overwhelming need to get them out as they’re suffercating me from the inside. I’m too full and like a burst dam they’re spilling out into every emotion from everywhere. How do I explain that in a simple sentence?

So I’ve been quiet about it. Sat here tapping this out on my phone screen I’m still wondering. How do I get across the need to… to… to words?! Ugh… I’ve just let out a sigh, sat here with my music playing into my ears as the news plays on tv telling a story that i just cant hear. At the moment there are words circling inside of me and the music (which they usually dance to), isn’t making them dance. They are spinning, whirling, the start of a whirlwind. This dam is going to burst and emotions are going to flood. A torrent of poems and words and thoughts are going to flood down my veins and out from my fingers, and when they do? They won’t be stopped until they want to. Watch this space. A hurricane of words are on the way…